Game Four

This was the scene here as game 4 looked to be the end of the Series.  After Cooper Pratt's home run we only needed 3 outs for a championship.  We had the game on the radio, and Junie found a Tiktok stream for us to watch the action. 

And then, in the true fashion of traditional Brewers baseball, a Tampa runner reached on an error, and then . . . And then. 

Smiley and I had visited my Pop earlier in the day and his words echoed in my mind.  "I can't stop thinking of watching the '58 Series, when we were up 3 games to 1. And we got swept the rest of the way."

Do I think we're gonna lose the crown? No.  But do I worry? 

Yes lol

(Also - I need to clean the keyboard of the black laptop. My bad yo)

The Brewers Take Game Two

Game two of the World Series and the Brewers were down 4-0 at the midpoint of the first inning.  And was I worried?

No.  I had confidence they'd scratch their way back to even, even if I wouldn't guarantee a victory. This year's team runs on grit and persistence, and boy did they exhibit it tonight. 

A 5-4 final, and up 2 games to none in the best of seven Series.  With caution and a knock on wood: 

Hot dog!!

I did not watch the game, but I followed it closely on the web as I went about my business.  After watching 52 seasons of disappointment, failure, and what- could- have -beens, I find superstition dominating my baseball choices this October. The less I'm involved in every pitch, the fewer chances I'll ruin it all. 

Or so I hope. 

But it was hard to avoid.  When I took Sawyer for a walk with Junie, the broadcast (and cheers) could be heard from several houses on the route.  And AJ's Halloween house was actually projecting the game onto the side of a house so visitors could watch. 

I finally gave up the fight and tuned into the radio broadcast in the 8th. 

Now it's on to Tampa on Monday (actually St. Petersburg) for game three.

2 more wins guys.  Just two more wins in five games. 

Fingers crossed. 

Who was it?

When I was driving Junie to work at about quarter to five, I had to pull over on 794 for three coach busses, escorted by a bunch of deputies on motorcycles and followed by a sheriff's SUV.

Obviously it has something to do with the World Series, but to my knowledge visiting teams stay downtown at the Pfister, so it couldn't be the Rays. The television broadcast team? A wild amount of overkill if that was the case. 

Then just as we were almost to her workplace we saw this. Not sure if it's one of the same busses, but if it was, maybe they were empty and heading to pick up the Ray's?

Still, two hours before the game? You'd think the team would be there already. 

I'll likely never know.